Saturday, October 29, 2011

A "why bother" kind of bike corral (if you can even call it that) . . .

Sad, little bike corral.

I've been meaning to stop for some time and photograph this really sad, pathetic little bike corral. I almost feel sorry for it. See how it mashed in on one side, making it not only totally inadequate for the job of keeping a bike secure, but utterly uncared for. Why not just post a sign that says, "We don't give a damn about your effing bike." I will mention now that it's sitting on the side of a sporting good store. Kinda odd. Where's the respect?

A lock. Really?

But look! Someone actually locked it to the building! In kind of a half-ass manner, I will add. I think I could cut cable in two with my nail clippers. As if someone would even bother to take it! For what? I guess that one could sit it on the side of a desk and use it as a file caddy.

Steve: I pedaled past again today w/ the half intention of walking in and shaming them but then I knew that I'd later feel so proud of myself that I'd brag about it to my husband and he'd just give me that look that says "who is this crazy bitch?". So I just sucked in my breath and rode on past. I'm going to try it put it all out of my mind.

My Story . . .

In 2008, my husband and I began an experiment in bike commuting. Morning and after work rides soon became the best part of our days; with coffee stops and evening detours for sushi. My blog records my journey toward a more simple and satisfying life; the “slow” but always well-dressed lifestyle. Alas, my attempts to leave a lighter footprint will no doubt be at odds with my obsession with finding the perfect pair of ballet flats.